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Yesterday I’d finally found enough energy to sign the divorce papers and mail them back off. Today, I’d woken up extremely late for work thanks to the empty bottle of wine that sat uncorked next to the night stand. After getting halfway dressed, I decided to hell with it and called in. Then I’d crawled my still buzzed ass back into bed with my clothes still on. Surely the bank could function one day without me. Besides, I’d be more like the Grinch than their supervisor today… I was doing them a favor.

The annoying alarm clock sounded off as a reminder that I’d have to eventually get up and move on with my life. I’d already hit the snooze button so many times that I’d lost count. I opened one eye and peered over at the bright red numbers on the little black box. It was already after twelve o’clock. I was about to pull the covers back over my head when my door began to creep open. Moments later my daughter Bri pounced on top of me.

“Get up mommy. I already ate breakfast so now all you have to do is take me to the mall,” she said smiling.

“The mall?” I asked as I turned over in my bed to face her tiny little frame.

“Yea to see Santa remember?” Her eyes lit up brighter than the lights on the seven feet tall Christmas tree that stood facing our living room window downstairs. I’d completely forgotten that in my attempt to get her to chill out and let me sleep I’d promise to take her to see the big golly fake. As much as I adored seeing her semi toothless smile, I really hated letting that guy take credit for all my hard work and not to mention my hard earned money. I mean her father and I had spent hundreds on those gifts, and now I’d have to take her to see some seasonally employed misfit with a glued on bread who’d ultimately take credit for it all. I let out a groan.

“Mommy?” she said reaching up and touching my forehead. “Are you feeling sick?”

“No baby,” I lied. As I laid there looking at her, I seriously considered breaking my promise to Kenneth. We’d agreed to wait until she was ten to tell her, but what harm would telling her two years earlier do?

“Well when we go see Santa, you can ask him to save you and daddy’s marriage.” She paused as if in deep thought then added “I’m sure he can help.”

I pulled her down onto my chest and hugged her tightly. Her innocence was beautiful and part of me wanted her to stay that way for as long as possible. I felt several hot tears roll down my face as she hugged me back. Sometimes the truth just wasn’t worth it.

“I’ll think about asking him okay. Now go get your coat and shoes. We’re going to see Santa!”

When we got to the mall it was packed, but to our surprise it was only a few children standing in the line waiting to see Santa. The other parents stood off to the sides and let their children have their turns alone, but when Bri’s turn came up I held her hand and walked up the three steps and onto the platform with her. I stood back a couple of steps and let her talk to the mall Santa, but I made sure to keep my eyes on them at all times. I didn’t trust mall Santa’s because honestly I could never be sure who was behind the fat suit and the paste-on beard. He saw me watching them and to my surprise winked at me. I stiffly smiled back, but was forced to look away when his cinnamon eyes refused to stop watching me. I silently chastised myself for acting like a shy high school girl and then returned my eyes back to Santa. That’s when he waved me over.

“Bri tells me that you have something to ask me?” he said flashing me a perfect white smile. Once again I felt like that shy high school girl. The butterflies in my stomach began to flutter around. I looked him over, interested to know more about the man behind the Santa suit and the cinnamon colored eyes. His skin was a flawless smooth chocolate with no wrinkles, and aside from the fake protruding belly I could see that the rest of his tall frame was lean and the complete opposite of any of the previous Santa’s I’d ever encountered. If I had to take a guess, he was probably in his early thirties… if that.

“No that’s okay, maybe next time,” I responded and then grabbed my daughter’s hand pulling her away from the stage.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sit on Santa’s lap?’ I heard his smooth baritone voice say from behind me. For some reason I stopped and turned around to look at him even though the little voice in my head was telling me to haul ass. I hadn’t imagined the suggestiveness in his tone, and even if I had his eyes were definitely full of burning lust. I slowly walked back toward him and then sat my rounded ass gently down on his lap. For the first time since my husband had dumped me, I felt alive. My eyes fell on his full lips and the slowly worked their way up to connect with his eyes.

“So tell me have you been naughty or nice?” he ask as he brought his hand around to rest on my hip.

“Oh I’ve been nice,” I said.

“So tell me what you’d like me to bring you for Christmas,” he said moving his hand to the lower part of my back and gently stroking it. My pussy instantly began to purr. I looked over at my daughter; she was admiring the larger than life Christmas tree. I could tell that she as well as everyone else was totally in the dark about what was taking place between me and Santa. I lowered my voice to a whisper so that my words would only reach his ears. As I told him exactly what I needed for Christmas, I felt his dick began to swell against my outer thigh. I wanted to reach down and stroke it, but didn’t want to take the risk of getting caught.

I licked my lips while gently rubbing my leg against the bulge in his pants. “What time do you get off?” I whispered as my daughter turned her attention away from the tree and began making her way back over to us.

I checked my watch as soon as I pulled into the parking lot. I still had ten minutes. After a stressful day at the office and an unexpected breakup via a sorry ass text from Michael, all I wanted to do was get home. I had every intention to kick off my shoes once I got there and fall asleep watching a random rerun of one of my beloved 90s sitcoms. A little comedy was sure to lift my spirits. But first, I needed some comfort food.

It wasn’t that I planned to go into deep mourning or anything. In all honesty Michael and I had been on the brink for months now. I’d tried my best to keep things afloat, but after his psychopathic ex-girlfriend keyed my car a couple of weeks prior I’d withdrawn from him and all the bullshit. However ending a relationship was never easy for me, even when it turned out to be a really shitty one. I sighed heavily as I unbuckled my seat belt and then cut the engine of the Altima. It was really over.

As soon as I stepped onto the sidewalk in front of All Things Sweets Ice Cream Parlor, the lights on the ‘Now Open’ sign popped off. Damn! I rushed up to the door just as a man appeared out of nowhere, his tall masculine body filling the frame. “Sorry Ma’am, we’re closed,” he mouthed as he reached down to turn the lock. For a moment, my eyes locked onto the most sensual set of chocolate lips I’d ever seen in my twenty eight years on earth. It wasn’t until I heard him click the lock into place that I finally snapped out of my daze.

“I still have five minutes,” I mouthed back while pointing to my watch.

He shook his head from side to side and then reached up to pull down the blinds.

“Look I just got dumped and I need some damn ice cream!” I screamed through the glass like a mad woman. As soon as the words were out, my hand flew up to my forehead slapping it hard in protest to my outburst. When I finally reopened my eyes, I realized that he hadn’t closed the blinds yet. Instead, he was standing there looking at me with his thick untamed brows furrowed over his memorizing brown eyes. He probably thought I was a lunatic, but at this point I didn’t care. I clasped my hands together into a praying hands motion to further plead my case. I really needed that ice cream.

“Thanks so much for letting me in,” I said as I walked behind him. I tried my best not to keep checking him out, but the jeans and black tee-shirt were wearing him like a second skin. No wonder my sister had called me twice last week to see if I wanted to hit the ice cream parlor with her. She’d told me the new owner was good looking, but with her taste in men I wasn’t sure what that meant. Tracey didn’t always get it right but she’d hit the nail on the head with this one!

“So what will it be,” he asked as he washed his hands with his back turned towards me.

“A gallon of praline ice cream, and two of your glazed donuts. No make that three.” I said sitting my purse down on the counter.

“Must have been a really bad breakup,” he said turning around to look at me as he dried his hands on a paper towel. His stare sent a warm chill down my spine. Finally, I broke the heated contact by looking back down at my purse.

“Something like that,” I said as I continued to ramble through my purse for my debit card. When it dawned on me that I’d left the house without any money I damn near screamed out in frustration. This day had been completely tragic with a capital T.

“Something wrong?” he asked as he eyed me and my purse.

“I left my money at the house, sorry for putting you through the trouble. Maybe next time,” I said the last part more to myself than to him. I turned away from the counter feeling defeated.

“Hold on. I can’t let you leave without this ice cream. So I guess I’m just going to have to give it to you.” He placed the donuts and ice cream in a bag and then held it out towards me while flashing me a gorgeous smile. My knees went weak. It was no longer the ice cream I was craving, but I walked back over and took the bag anyway.

When we finally made it to the door, I grabbed the knob but then turned around to face him. “I’ll come back tomorrow after work and pay for this. I really appreciate your kindness,” I said smiling up at him. By now his lips were so close to mine that I could almost taste their sweetness. He must have somehow read my mind because before I knew it, he’d leaned down and covered my lips with his. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally broke the kiss. I felt dizzy, but I managed to steady myself by placing my hand against his chest. “I really should go,” I said but didn’t move as I stared up into his alluring eyes. By now my panties were completely wet.

“Or you could stay for dessert,” he said and then reached behind me to pull down the blinds.

I started to object but my body wouldn’t let me; it was literally begging to be touched by him. I gave in and let the bag slide from my hand as he gripped my ass cheeks bringing them up to his waist. Luckily I had on a skirt which he easily pushed up over my hips. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders for support. “I’ll buy you some more,” he whispered in my ear. I had no idea what he was talking about and was about to ask him what he meant until he hooked his fingers around the seat of my thongs and ripped them off me. His roughness turned me on even more and I found myself grinding up against him as he struggled to quickly undue the button of his jeans. After several seconds of unsuccessful attempts, he left the button alone, unzipped his pants, and then shoved his huge dick inside me in one hard stroke.

“This is the best dessert a girl could ask for,” I moaned into his ear as he fucked me up against the door of the ice cream parlor.

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Amanda finds out that her husband-to-be is having an affair just days before they are set to exchange vows. What ensues is a plan for the ultimate payback…and she has her eyes set on his best friend. But what will happen when a payback fling threatens to turn into something more?

Excerpt: “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing. But Braelyn is my friend. And my business partner. Do you know what kind of hell would break lose if he found out about this?”

I started to tell him that I didn’t give a damn about Braelyn finding out. But I’d come there for action not a debate. I reached behind my back and unzipped my dress. Then I let it slide down to my feet. I was completely naked underneath.

“My fiancé is somewhere screwing his latest conquest. And I think it’s about time that I have a little fun myself. Wouldn’t you agree?” I asked as I slowly walked towards him.

“Hi.” I gave him a sexy smile as I side-stepped him and walked into the foyer. I made sure my ass was turned towards him long enough for him to get a good look. Then I turned back around.

“Thanks for letting me come over.”

“No problem. Are you okay?” He asked looking me over. I could tell by the look on his face that my ‘fuck me up against the wall’ dress had gotten his full attention. Operation Payback was now in full effect.

“Yea I’m okay now. I guess being alone in that huge house had me hearing things. The security guard said that everything checked out fine,” I lied. As I watched him, I begun to question why I’d chosen his best friend in the first place. Vincent was definitely hotter; from his coal black curly hair to his 6’2 athletic build to his lickable sun-kissed skin. And then there was the huge bulge in his pants. If it was any indication of what I’d been missing out on, then I was glad that life circumstances had brought me here. I licked my lips as I eyed it, not trying to conceal my admiration.

He cleared his throat calling my attention back to his alluring brown eyes. “I tried to call Brae,” he said. “I got the voicemail too. He’s probably in an area with bad service or something.”

“Yea that must be it,” I said in a sarcastic tone as I placed my hand on my hip. Vincent and Braelyn were super close, so my guess was that Vincent knew exactly where he was and why he wasn’t answering his phone.

“So, you want to just chill in the guest room until he calls back?” he asked. I noticed that he hadn’t commented on my snide remark. Even more proof that I’d been playing the fool while everyone else had sat back and watched the show. I felt the anger began to rise within me again. But I quickly silenced it. Control was key.

“So how long have you known about it?” I asked with a humorless smirk on my face.

“Known about what Amanda?” He sounded nervous. He even started fidgeting with the gold Rolex around his wrist. I stared at him for a few moments longer, until he diverted his eyes away from me.

“Sure the guest room is fine,” I replied ignoring his question. I turned and began to walk towards the living room. “Mind if I take off my shoes?” I stopped when I made it to the sofa, and bent over slowly to remove my heels. I could feel my dress rising up until it exposed the bottom of my ass cheeks. By the time I’d gotten my last shoe unstrapped, Vincent had rounded the table and was now standing in front of me.

“What the hell are you doing Amanda?” he growled. He grabbed my arm and snatched me up to a standing position.

“I’m taking off my shoes,” I retorted feigning innocence.

“You know I’m not taking about your damn shoes.”

My heart began to race as the contact of his hand on my arm sent an electric jolt through my body. I looked into his eyes. I could see the confusion. The anger. But there was also pure lust there too. This could only go one of two ways. Either he would give in or he’d send me packing. I was determined to have things my way. To have him my way. I stood on my tip-toes and gently kissed him on his lips. For a moment he held his lips to mine, but then he broke away and released my arm.

“I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing. But Braelyn is my friend. And my business partner. Do you know what kind of hell would break lose if he found out about this?”

I reached behind my back and unzipped my dress. Then I let it slide down to my feet. I was completely naked underneath. “My fiancé is somewhere screwing his latest conquest. And I think it’s about time that I have a little fun myself. Wouldn’t you agree?” I asked as I walked toward him. He grabbed my wrist when I reached down to touch his dick. It hurt a little, but that only turned me on more. I used my free hand to grab his. Then I pressed it to my left breast. With my hand placed over his, I began to massage myself until a moan escaped my throat. That’s when it happened.

He bent down and began to suck on my nipple. Yes! Yes! Yes! I screamed on the inside as I threw my head back and reveled at the feel of his hot tongue on my body. After he’d devoured both my breasts, he picked me up and hosted me above his hips. I felt the muscles in his shoulders ripple under me as I wrapped my arms around his neck for support. He used his free hand to release his dick from his pants and guided it into my pussy. Then he slowly began to tongue kiss me. The feeling was intoxicating. I began to grind against his dick, enjoying the feeling of every inch of him as he pushed in and out of me. He squatted slightly while leaning me backwards and continued to smash his dick into me, crashing into my g-spot until I screamed out in sweet agony. My pussy walls clenched around him tightly, contracting and releasing in the aftermath of the orgasm.

“I heard you like to be fucked in the water,” he whispered in labored breaths in my ear after a few moment of silence.

“He told you?!” I asked leaning back to look him in his eyes.

“He’s told me a lot of things, but he’s never told me how perfect you were naked. I just couldn’t resist you” he said grabbing a fist-full of my hair and leaning me back until he had full access to my lips. He kissed me deeply using his tongue to tickle and toy with the insides of my mouth. “Now go wait for me by the pool.”

When Vincent finally came out, I was sitting on the side of the pool wading my feet in the water. I looked up to see him carrying a food tray. His dick was swinging freely, as his muscular body moved towards me under the dim light. My body began to react immediately.

He sat the tray down in front of me and then join me in sitting by the pool. The tray contained and array of fruits, chesses, two glass of wine, and a tube with what looked like a clear gel inside it. My interest piqued immediately. I reached out to grab it, but he caught my hand.

“I heard you tried anal too but never really found a niche for it,” he said giving me a sexy grin. I felt the blood rush to my face in embarrassment. How much shit about our bedroom life had Braelyn let leak out? I tried to think of a witty comeback, but came up empty.

“No need to be embarrassed. He was just doing it wrong. You see, he’s always been the anxious type. But me, I like to take my time.” He held up the tube for me to inspect. “This is a numbing cream. It’s said to make the experience much more pleasurable. You want to try it?”

“Does it work?” I asked a little hesitant.

“Get on your knees and we will see,” he challenged. I rolled over, and then tutted my ass up towards him. The next thing I felt was his finger rubbing a cool gel on the outside of my anus. Then he began to push it inside of me; His finger going in and out of my ass in slowly steady movements. At first it felt very uncomfortable, but after a couple of strokes it began to feel kind of good. I felt my pussy getting wet even though he wasn’t probing me there.

After a few moments, he flipped me over and pulled me onto his lap.

“Now what?” I asked kind of disappointed that he’d stopped.

“Now I feed you until the cream does its job.” He lifted a strawberry up to my lips and I took a bite. Then I kissed him, pushing a piece of it into his mouth.

“Damn I think I’m liking this a little too much,” he whispered as he leaned back to look me in my eyes.

I smiled back at him and then slid down into the water. I had been wanting to taste him since I’d seen his big juicy dick bouncing towards me on his walk over from the house. I grabbed the wine glass and took a sip. Then I held it down low and dipped the length of his penis into it.

“What are you doing Amanda?” he asked me, his eyes bright with anticipation.

“Just try not to fall in love,” I replied as I dipped my head and licked the wine off the head of his dick.

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My eyes were glued to the computer screen as I watched their every move. Maybe there had been some kind of mix up. Maybe the private investigator had fucked around and surveilled the wrong person. After all, I could only see the back of the man’s head. He was leaning in close, as if he was whispering in her ear. His hand placed between her thighs. The camera zoomed in closer as his hand began to move. Then the focus switched to her face. Her eyes were closed; and although there was no audio, it was clear that she was moaning.

How many times had he evoked those same facial expressions out of me? How many times had he played in my pussy in that very booth? I felt the tears burn my eyes. I swatted them away, and refocused in on the video. I wanted to see his face. I needed to see his face. It was the only thing that would make my heart accept the truth. He stood up from the booth. Our booth, and then grabbed her hand. I knew where they were headed. He’d taken me there before. If I closed my eyes, I could still see the writing on the wall of the stall he’d fucked me in our very first time. And then so many times afterwards.

When they made it to restroom door of Club Liaison, he finally turned around and looked right into the camera. My heart stopped beating as Joe zoomed in on his face. Joe continued to follow him and his unnamed whore until they disappeared behind the door of our stall.

“Son of a bitch!” I yelled as I smashed the laptop down onto the kitchen island snapping it in half. I felt the blood rush to my head right before little stars began to dance in front of my eyes. I reached out and grabbed the counter, holding onto it for support. Then I began to inhale deep breaths just like my doctor had recommended. After several moments, the stars began to dissipate.

“Amanda? Amanda are you okay?” I heard Joe’s voice drift through the speaker of my iPhone. He’d been completely silent for the last ten minutes as I’d watched live footage of my husband-to-be deal me the ultimate betrayal. I reached down and picked the phone up off the counter.

“No. I’m not okay. But I will be,” I said before disconnecting the line.

I’d given him two fucking years of my life. Two fucking years! I snatched open the refrigerator door and grabbed an unopened wine bottle. I popped the cork, and turned it up in one fluid movement. After several long gulps, I began to scroll down my contact list. I needed to vent.

Then it hit me. I’d alienated my entire fucking family trying to be his wonder-woman. No one would give a damn that he was out cheating on me just days before we were set to exchange wedding vows. In fact, everyone else probably already suspected…or knew. I mean the signs had been there. But I’d been so in love, that I’d ignored every last one of them until two weeks ago. I felt hot tears roll down my cheeks. I’d given him complete control, and in the end he’d pissed on me without the courtesy of calling it rain.

I’d almost made it to the bottom of my contact list, before I came to the name that stopped me dead in my tracks. The answer was right there in front of me.

Vincent.

His best man.

His best friend.

I hit the call button, and waited.

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I calculated my bills in my head, and subtracted that from the amount of money I had in my savings. If I budgeted carefully, I could quit today as long as I found another job within two months. I thought it over in-between interviewing clients. By lunch time, I was convinced it was the right thing to do. I heard a commotion as I gathered a few of my things, and peeped my head out my office door to see what was going on. My boss’s daughter, Cruella Deville number two, was standing at the front desk arguing with an interviewee.

As I got closer, I could hear bits and pieces of their conversation. According to her, he wasn’t dressed appropriately. I looked him up and down from behind. As much as I hated her, she had a point. He was sporting a black tee, and some gray sweat pants. It was definitely out of place amongst all the suits and ties.

“Ma’am if I could have worn something more suitable, don’t you think I would have,” I heard him say. He sounded frustrated…and maybe a little sad.

I approached them and cleared my throat to get her attention. They both turned to look at me. My eyes locked with his. He was fine. On top of that his skin looked as though it had been covered in molasses. My eyes drifted down to his pants. Oh my! His dick print was enormous. My mouth watered immediately. I imagined myself dropping to my knees and taking it into my mouth. The thought only turned me on more.

“What seems to be the problem here Karen?” I asked.

He answered instead, his eyes glowing up with what looked like hope. “Hi my name is Brandon. I had a house fire last night. Lost everything. Now she’s telling me that I might loss an opportunity at this job because of my clothing.”

I looked back down at his print bulging against the gray sweats.

“Hi,” I said shaking the hand he extended. “I’m Trina, supervisor her at On Time Staffing. I hope you understand Ms. Karen’s need to uphold our image and professionalism here at the office. ” I turned and gave her a fake smile. “Karen can you reschedule him for an interview with me tomorrow. I’m sure he can scrounge up something a little more appropriate by then.”

She reluctantly agreed.

Later that night I pulled up at the hotel Brandon was staying in. I had googled the number he’d written down. It had turned out to be a landline at a small bed and breakfast named Lily’s Place. I’d tried to talk myself out of going. But then I thought of how his dick molded itself against those gray sweats, and I’d lost all resolve. I was walking toward the entrance trying to figure out what excuse I’d give for coming to find him when I saw him getting out of his car. I froze. It was then that I realized I’d lost my mind. There was nothing I could say that would make any sense. He’d probably end up just calling the police. I turned on my heels and hauled ass back to my car. By the time I opened the door, I heard him yell out my name. Damn! He’d seen me. I sucked in a long breathe and slowly turned around. By the time he made it to me, my nerves had turned my stomach into knots.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” he asked.

“Can I be honest with you?” I felt my temperature rising as my eyes once again landed on his dick print; the nervousness in my stomach now replaced by lust.

“Honesty is always the best policy,” he said flashing me a gorgeous smile. Then he licked his full chocolate lips.

I stepped closer and kissed him. The first kiss was over just as quick as it started. I half expected him to push me away. Instead, he grabbed me by my head and pulled me back into him. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, and I opened further giving him full access. Without breaking the kiss, I maneuvered my body so that I could push my hand into his sweats. I began to massage the head of his dick as I continued to tongue fuck his mouth.

He moaned into my mouth, then pushed me up against the car and wedged one leg in-between my thighs. Then he pulled my dress up until it was trapped under the cuff of my ass. To my surprise, he dropped to one knee and started licking my pussy through my lace panties. I moaned out loud. I couldn’t believe I was getting my pussy ate outside in a hotel parking lot by a complete stranger. I’d only dreamed of doing something like this, but never thought I’d actually have it happened to me.

A car engine started up startling me. I pushed his head away. My heart was beating so fast that I could hear it in my ears. He got up off his knee and then kissed me in my mouth.

“Are you afraid to finish what you started,” he whispered in my ear.

“No I just don’t want to get caught. People get arrested for things like this.” I replied scanning the parking lot. “Maybe we should take this inside. To your room.”

“We can go inside. But first I’m going to fuck you right here. Right now,” he said shooting me another handsome smile. Then he spun me around.

My pussy throbbed with excitement. I pushed the last bit of fear out of my head. I pulled my panties down to my mid-thigh, and tutted my ass outward so he could have better access. I felt him pull his dick out behind me. Then he smacked me on my ass with it a couple of times.

“I hope you like it rough,” he said before pushing his dick inside my pussy and shattering me to pieces.

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And just like that it was over! I rolled over on my side and glared at the back of his head. I didn’t even get close to an orgasm. How could a man so fine be so goddamn lame when it came to his sex game? Better yet, how could a man with nothing short of nine inches completely miss my g-spot? Now that shit defied science!

Nick and I had been dating for eight months. But we’d only waited three weeks before we’d had sex on top of his brand new Bentley. That night, he’d eaten my pussy under the stars before we’d made passionate love right there in his driveway. I recalled being a little tipsy, but now I was convinced that I must have been outright drunk. I’d have had to be drunk to mistake his boring ass stroke for mad passionate love. And I didn’t even want to think about his pussy eating skills. I mean, that first night must have been a fluke. I remember squirting in his mouth if I didn’t remember anything else. But that had been my first and last time experiencing anything close to satisfaction in the oral sex realm.

I did my best to train him. I even made him watch pornos, and read self-help books. But none of that had transferred into the bedroom. What was worse is that he refused to try anything kinky. Maybe if he’d fuck me in my ass or indulge in a little role play or at least use the whip and nipple clamps I’d picked up from Naughty Mates…just maybe our sex life would have improved a little. If nothing else, he could have at least made sure I got mine first.

Was I asking for too much? I thought it over for about a second and then settled on a definite HELL NO. I moved closer and reached my hand around his waist. I palmed his dick and began stroking it slowly. I’d made up my mind. Tonight, he was going to fuck me right or else.

“Jazz haven’t you had enough?” he said before rolling over to lay on his stomach. This effectively blocked me from being able to play with his dick. I almost yelled out in frustration.

“Nick, we need to talk,” I said nudging his shoulder blade.

“About what?” he murmured into his pillow.

Was he really going to lay there and act like he didn’t know?! I tried to think of a nice way to put it. But what more could I say that hadn’t already been said? I’d done everything in my power to get him to see the light. This time the gloves where coming off…

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The next day, I walked into the clinic’s waiting room determined to execute my plan. After checking in with the receptionist, I took a seat. Then I checked to make sure the knot was secured on my pea coat. I didn’t want it accidently falling open in a room full of strangers.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity, a young woman sporting a pixie cut walked from behind a set of double doors. “Ms. Jackson? Lisa Jackson?” she called out scanning the room before looking back down at her clipboard. I stood and followed her. With each stride, I could feel the bud between my thighs tightening until the friction was almost unbearable. By the time we made it to Dr. Rice’s office, the seat of my panties was completely soaked. She tapped on the door, turned the knob, and then disappeared back down the hallway.

I walked in, closed the door behind me, and then locked it. At the sound of the click, Brian looked up from his paperwork. His hazel eyes landed on me. What the hell was it about this man that made me feel like an insecure little girl every time he looked at me? Yesterday he’d dominated me. Today would be different. I pushed my nerves as far away from me as I could, and stepped away from the door. Game on!

“I wasn’t expecting you until Friday Lisa. Is something wrong?” he asked. His demeanor was cool, but his eyes betrayed him. They were dark with lust. Oh yes, he knew exactly why I’d come. I didn’t answer him. Instead, I loosened the knot on my coat allowing it to fall in a pool around my feet.

“Lisa, I don’t think this is a good idea. Yesterday, I overstepped my boundaries. But you are my patient. This can’t go on.” He walked from behind the desk and picked up my coat. “You should leave,” he said as he stretched it out towards me.

I felt as if he’d just slapped me. Yesterday, he’d refused to let me leave his bedroom, but today he was putting me out of his office? The rejection caused the back of eyes to burn. I would not cry. I lifted my chin in defiance and removed my bra. He inhaled sharply, but didn’t move toward me.

His eyes darkened to something lethal. “You’re playing with fire Lisa.”

I ignored his warning and pulled my panties down. This time he took a step forward, causing me to take a step back. “Stop,” he ordered his eyes blazing. I did as I was told. He closed the distance between us, and cup both my breasts in his hands. He used his thumbs, rubbing them across my nipples until they harden and begged for more. I could feel my body start to tremble under his touch. “Do you like this?” he asked watching me. Studying me. I couldn’t find the strength to answer him. The feeling was so erotic that I was on the verge of an orgasm and he wasn’t even touching my pussy yet.

“Answer me!”

“Yes. I like it.” I said sucking in air.

“Damn,” he said. Then his mouth was on mine. The kiss was hard and punishing. He seemed angry. But why? I pushed the question out of my mind. It didn’t matter. He wanted me. I saw it in his eyes, and I could feel more evidence of it against my stomach. His dick was rock hard.

After several moments he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. When we made it to his desk, he sat me down on it. Then he pushed two fingers inside me as he rubbed his thumb against my clitoris. Pain and pleasure mixed, and I felt myself contract around him in a body numbing orgasm. Before I could recover, he was on his knees.

His lips were on my clitoris and then he was sucking my pussy softly. Electric currents shot through my entire body causing it to jerk involuntarily. I tried to run away from the sweet torture, but Brian wrapped his arms around my legs and pulled me back to the edge of the desk locking me in place. The pleasure escalated until I found myself pushing forward against his tongue. I could feel the second orgasm coming. The sensation was so powerful, so utterly mind-blowing that I tried to push his head away for fear that I might lose my sanity. He grabbed both my hands and held me in place until my body convulsed around him. This time I heard a loud squeal escape my throat. And then his lips crashed down on mine muffling the sound.

“Take a deep breath, and don’t clench up,” he commanded as he prepared to enter me.

“Wait, I want to taste you,” I pleaded.

“Lisa, I need to be inside you. Now!” He moaned the words into my ear as he rested his head on my shoulder. I thought over his plea. I’d never wanted to taste anyone’s dick as bad as I wanted to taste his at that moment. I pushed him backwards and fell to my knees…taking him inside my mouth before he could object again.

I twirled my tongue around the head several times, and then I began to deep-throat his dick. Each time the head hit the back of my throat, I swallowed hard. A little trick I’d learned from the internet. This allowed me to take him in even further. I heard him moan loudly and wondered if anyone in the building knew what was going on behind the doors of his office. For some reason the thought turned me on even more, and I found myself sucking him harder. I added my hand and began to stroke him as I continued my tongue play. I wanted to make him come. And I wanted him to do it in my mouth. I wasn’t sure what had come over me, I’d never let anyone do that before. But then again none of those other guys had been Dr. Brian Rice.

“Stop it Lisa, you’re going to make me nut damnit!” I heard him moan the words out, and I double my efforts to do just that. But then he pulled me up, leaned me against the desk and pushed inside me with one swift motion filling me completely. He stilled long enough to allow me a few gulps of air before beginning a slow agonizing rhythm inside me. His strokes became faster and faster until his thrusts were rocking my entire body. I matched him, wrapping my arms around his neck for support as I grinded against his dick. He continued to smash into my g-spot causing me to orgasm again.

Brian didn’t stop even though I pleaded with him to. His dick continued to stroke my soul, reaching into a part of me that I didn’t even know existed. I felt as though he was casting a spell on me, and I was helpless to stop it. “What are you doing to me?” I heard myself cry out over and over again as I pressed my face against his neck. Then I felt his body go still right before his dick began to softly jump inside me.

He laid his head on my shoulder while inhaling deep breaths. After a few moments, he began to kiss me. Slowly and softly. I found myself become aroused again and began to slowly rock back and forth against him until I felt him growing inside of me. He let out a low groan in my ear. “No Mrs. Jackson, I think the better question is what are you doing to me?”

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